“Chitty Chitty, Bang! Bang!,”I sometimes say to myself.For in our familyWe had our own very special, Chitty Chitty Bang BangI remember that it was a Mazda B-2200 pickupThat we kids shared.It was color blackWith bangs here and thereFrom left to rightWith bruises and scratches –Evidence of our joyful and fearful rides.

It was our Chitty Chitty Bang BangThat we all used for our first driveTo take to schoolTo do errands from Yigo to Malesso.To place our loveable nenis in,As cramped as we were.Yet, it was also our Chitty Chitty Bang BangThat we got our first car accident inAs we slammed another carOn a slippery and wet road one terrible day.It was our Chitty Chitty Bang BangThat my brothers had backed up withAs they slammed into a wallCarelessly rushing to get somewhere.I remember how we tried to cover upThe damages on our Chitty Chitty Bang BangAs we cleaned inside and outside of our houseMaking it sparkling cleanWith an aroma of spring freshnessWhile also cooking up a superb and delicious treat.Though my parents were delightedWith our household effortsIt was not too longBefore they realized what we had doneTo our Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.Those were the days…